From smooth realms of sleepiness
To full on up and at ‘em,
Can be a bumpy ride.
And the things that I got wrong
Wait for me today as well.
They can simply have a seat
While I revel in my Father’s
God be praised for
Nestled in my pancake.
Plump little beads,
Bursting to rid the world of free radicals.
For water streaming from the skies,
Filtering up through rocky ground,
Following a maze of pipes,
Spilling from the faucet
Over coffee beans
And into my cup.
A thousand thanks for
Legs to take me on a walk,
For feet to feel the ground,
The play of sun and shade
Over blades of greenest grass,
For clarity that comes while the calories burn,
And friends to go the distance with.
Thanks be to God
For words of saving grace
That fuel the mind and restore the soul:
“Have the mind of Christ.”
“You are loved with an everlasting love.”
Words that quench a hungry thirst
For truth in this false world.
Give me understanding:
Morning’s not the only miracle.
This day’s shot through with gifts,
Holes spilling in light and laughter,
Joy and comfort,
Peace in sorrow,
The sweet to balance bitter.
As I round the corner
Into the labyrinth of today’s challenges,
My God, I will raise my hands in
For all the potential of this day,
For endless second chances,
For grace to get us through.
But most of all, the very gift of You.
Jeremiah 31:3, 1 Corinthians 2:16